Romance Books for Women
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Alpha's Broken Luna
"... Reign Callan, I, Alpha Hardin Alonso, reject you as my mate and future Luna. You are free to go out there and find Love and protection in another man's arms for you will never find it in mine..." Reign's world came crashing down on her when her mate threw those words at her. she had been waiting for the day she would meet her mate, but the day came and it turned out to be in total chaos. As if that was not enough, she was accused of murdering her sister the following day. Her mate took pleasure in having her tortured. Will the truth about her sister's death be revealed? will Alpha Hardin learn to love and accept Reign as his true mate?/0/29508/coverorgin.jpg?v=3dad2f79318fa552436cfa7b938cb2b6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
RACHEL: The Celebrity's Hidden Wife
I've been married to my husband since I was eighteen years old, and my husband rose to fame shortly after our marriage, but this fame came with a very expensive price -our marriage. The foundation of our marriage started shaking when my husband left home for six years, he was parading the streets and clubs in LA with different supermodels -or, so I thought. I was at the verge of divorcing him since I couldn't continue hurting everyday, but he came back to his senses and begged me to accept him back. No matter how I tried to hide it, I'm still hopelessly in love with him and decided to forgive him. He promised he's change and he's ready to settle down, of course that got me pregnant and I had to try my best, my very best to love my husband and trust him again, and continue our lives as if he's never left. But our relationship couldn't go back to the old days, because I realized I don't know who my husband is any more. He became very secretive, he repeatedly lied to me on several occasions, and most times I'd have to force the truth out of him. Then a very heavy storm hit our marriage, and that's when I gave up completely -I caught my husband red-handed, cheating on me with my biggest rival, and the worse part was he lied to my face about it. I couldn't help but wonder, does he really love? If he love me, then why can't he trust me at all? Why can't he confined in me? Isn't it better to just walk away from this marriage that's built on lies? But now our baby is involved, should I raise him without his father? Is this break really necessary? Is it gonna help us? Or break us even more?/0/84340/coverorgin.jpg?v=c4de5b6eea0d93a996057a50bdffc8a3&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Uncle, Her Vengeance
I was on the cusp of everything, a rising country music star poised for the CMA Horizon Award, making my dying grandfather' s legacy a reality. But then my boyfriend, Ethan, shattered it all, sending me to the wrong venue, watching smugly as my rival, Jennifer Todd, stole my nomination. Later, he casually dismissed my dream, then, at Jennifer' s cruel urging, smashed my hand, destroying my ability to play. As if that wasn' t enough, Jennifer visited my grandfather in hospice, gleefully telling him my career was over, triggering his heart attack. My world crumbled; I lost my music, my future, and my last link to him, only for Ethan to propose I abandon my "white-trash family history" and the media to accuse me of faking my injuries and causing my grandfather's death. Just as I stood broken at his graveside, a dark, powerful figure emerged through the crowd, offering a silent promise of revenge./0/89856/coverorgin.jpg?v=3ffe0ac1cf81e236864d7f4ba34dfdf7&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Broken Vows, True Hearts
When my vision finally returned, I realized the man I had married was actually my boyfriend's younger brother, Hurst Owen. Meanwhile, Brady Owen, who had promised to end all ties with his ideal love, Betty Kirk, was actually next door with her all along. That night, I overheard their conversation. Hurst frowned. "Brady, Della lost her sight because of you. Do you think that's fair to her?" Brady replied impatiently, "Just wait another month. Once Betty is taken care of, I'll be back." "It's been ten years. Aren't you afraid I might genuinely fall in love with Della?" "Your marriage is fake. Don't entertain thoughts you shouldn't have!" I silently returned to bed, without revealing to anyone that my sight had returned. On the twenty-ninth day, I took Hurst to get the marriage certificate. Honestly, I still wanted to continue being Hurst's wife./0/86936/coverorgin.jpg?v=4453ab0f0d8b233fb73ef361b2a9cb42&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Her Choice, My New Beginning
On our fifth anniversary, I waited alone at "La Lune," the restaurant of our first date, a single white rose and a velvet proposal box in my pocket. But she never showed. No text, no call, just a creeping coldness in my chest. This wasn't like Sophia. Then I saw it on Instagram: a flashy video from a tech expo. My girlfriend, Sophia Chen, laughing, handing a birthday cake to her new assistant, Leo Davis. The caption: "#BestBossEver." She hadn't forgotten; she'd chosen to celebrate him. Anger, hot and sharp, burned through me. She rented an entire expo hall for him, but for me, not even a text. My world stopped. The rose, the ring, everything felt stupid. I walked out, leaving the rose, dropping the ring into a trash can. The feeling of loss was immense, but a hard resolve replaced it. This wasn't a mistake; it was her choice. Now, I would make mine. I remembered all the red flags I'd ignored. Her growing admiration for Leo, the son of a rumored tech mogul. Her late nights, her defensiveness, her distant voice. The jealousy, the arguments, the feeling of being an obstacle to her success, not a partner. Each incident, each public display of her and Leo's "teamwork" while I was relegated to the sidelines, gnawed at me. She never corrected them. She just let the narrative build. "You're obsessed with feelings, Ethan," she once said. "Success isn't about feelings. It's about power. It's about winning. It's a shame you'll never understand that." She chose what she thought was status and power over five years of my love and sacrifice. Overwhelmed, I packed a bag. Just as I zipped it shut, she walked in, cheerful and oblivious. "Ethan? You're still up?" she asked. I delivered my final blow: "Happy anniversary, Sophia." Her face went pale. On her phone, a notification from Leo flashed: "Tonight was amazing. Can't wait for our next 'celebration.' ;) You're the best, Soph." The winking emoji sealed my fate. I made the call. "Dad," I said, my voice steady. "Is the offer still on the table? The one concerning Olivia Hayes? Yes. The arranged marriage. I accept."/0/23344/coverorgin.jpg?v=a2ab2a8665934a1902ac5097c5e4d80d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
MY CRUSH, MY NEIGHBOR
MATURE CONTENT/ R18+ Only In which a guy asked his neighbor for her wifi password in return for a kiss. Meet Kim Yoo-Mi, a young girl who has been inlove with her neighbor since she's 10, since she saw him through her window in her room. But he is a snob. He never talks to her and even takes a glance on her. And now that she's 16, she was surprised when he tried to communicate with her only to get her wifi password because his internet was cut off. She thought he was making friends with her, but she's wrong. Will she give him what he wanted? What if he'll found out that his name was her wifi password? Meet Yoon Jeonghan, the arrogant and snob basketball player in the school. He's the most popular guy in the campus and a playboy one. He always finds his neighbor cute so after 4 years of snobbing her, he tried to communicate with Yoo-Mi by getting her wifi password. What if Yoo-Mi found out that it's not true that his wifi was cut-off? That he only made an excuse just to kiss her? Yoo-Mi and Jeonghan entered in a relationship but he soon left her because Jeonghan saw a photo of Yoo-Mi kissing her bestfriend Josh. Jeonghan left her without knowing that she was carrying his child. After 6 years, they meet again. Jeonghan as the CEO and Yoo-Mi as his personal assistant. Yoo-Mi tried to hide her daughter from Jeonghan because she's scared he might take her daughter away from her. Jeonghan soon found out that Yoo-Mi has a daughter but she heard the kid calling Josh, daddy and that gave him the idea that Yoo-Mi really betrayed her. And he planned to make a revenge by making her life hell and miserable./0/81096/coverorgin.jpg?v=826938fa2d6147a359ff89b8580da6c0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Blood and Roses
An intense billionaire romance charged with passion, secrets, and redemption. Isla, a fiercely independent woman with a hidden past, never imagined one wild night could change everything. After a heated one-night stand with Damien, a ruthless billionaire with a guarded heart, their worlds collide in ways neither expected. Damien is used to control-his empire built on power and precision-but Isla challenges every rule he's ever lived by. As they uncover a sinister conspiracy that threatens innocent lives, their fiery connection grows into something deeper, binding them through danger and desire. Together, they must confront shadows from the past, fight for justice, and decide if love can truly bloom amidst blood and roses. In a world where trust is scarce and stakes are high, can two broken souls find a way to heal-and to hold on to each other?/0/81745/coverorgin.jpg?v=dfe4216afc603f99f25366b3e11df680&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Savior, My Obsession
I was planning my wedding to Ethan Carter, the man I adored. On the eve of our vows, he burned my family’s home to the ground. He wasn't my loving fiancé; he was a monster hell-bent on revenge, blaming my surgeon father for his parents' deaths. He shattered my father's career, bankrupted us, and forced me to become a servant to his cruel new fiancée. He delighted in my suffering, completely unaware of the devastating irony. The heart beating in my chest wasn't my own. It was a transplant, and his relentless torture was causing it to fail. I finally died. But I woke up again, as a child. And this time, my parents remembered the horror too. We spent years building a new, safe life. I even found real love with a kind man named Liam. I was finally happy. Then, yesterday, the man who murdered me walked into my classroom, his eyes full of regret, convinced our story deserved a second chance./0/84341/coverorgin.jpg?v=40eeb72b7246535fe656feb365de79b4&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Beyond The Broken Heart: Stella\'s Vengeance
My boyfriend, Caleb, was my family, my everything, for nearly two decades. He worked as a security guard for a spoiled tech heiress, Gabrielle, but our Fourth of July plans were finally just for us. Then a frantic call from his client shattered everything. Suddenly, we were on a deserted road, fireworks popping in the distance, when a "carjacking" erupted. As masked men attacked, Caleb didn't hesitate. He sprinted past me, sacrificing my safety to shield Gabrielle, whispering, "If anything happens to you, I can't live with myself." His words, and the knife searing my side, were a shock that cut deeper than any blade. I bled out on the asphalt, while Caleb fussed over Gabrielle's minor scratch. I woke up in a hospital, alone, only to hear nurses describe Caleb as the "devoted guard" who hadn't left Gabrielle's side. He eventually appeared, reeking of her perfume, offering pathetic excuses and blaming me for being "in the wrong place at the wrong time." Just then, Gabrielle, pristine and smug, was wheeled in. "We both had our panic buttons," she purred, "We were going to see who he'd save." She confirmed the carjacking was a setup, a twisted bet I never knew I was in. My world imploded. How could the man I loved, my family, orchestrate such a cruel betrayal, then abandon me for a sick game? He chose her, leaving me broken. But I wouldn't stay broken. This was just the beginning of my reckoning./0/81421/coverorgin.jpg?v=65886d41a642d34a55c84c615a4f34cb&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A Mother's Sacrifice, A Billionaire's Game
For three years, I, Sarah Miller, poured my heart into my relationship with Ethan Hayes, believing we were a team facing his mounting debts and recent job loss from a struggling tech startup. My loving mother, Mary, despite her own battle with severe emphysema, tirelessly worked extra shifts and sacrificed her precious few savings to help us. In a final, heartbreaking act of selfless devotion, Mary even cashed out her life insurance policy, giving every last penny-$60,000-to Ethan to settle his financial woes, just days before she tragically succumbed to her illness. Her dying wish was for me to use that money to help Ethan, to ensure his future, to be happy. But at my administrative job, a subsidiary of a company called Innovate Solutions, a conversation overheard from a conference room plunged my world into a nightmare: Ethan was a "tech scion," talking about the "Hayes fortune" and a "test" of my loyalty. He wasn't broke; he was a multi-billionaire CEO, and his fabricated poverty was a cruel, elaborate psychological experiment. My mother's agonizing death, her ultimate sacrifice, had been nothing more than a pawn in his sick game. Every act of kindness, every sacrifice we made for him, was a lie. How could the man I loved, the man my mother gave her very life for, be such a manipulative monster? Overwhelmed by grief and a betrayal so profound it choked me, I refused his fake explanations and lavish offers. I walked out of his opulent office, resigned from my job, and cut every tie, determined to find a future free from his monstrous deceit./0/37296/coverorgin.jpg?v=40293fc0f8b0ee546cad879dd8040e95&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A DASH OF TEMPTATION.
"You are one stubborn lady, you know that?." His raspy tone sounded close to her ear, sending gooseflesh up her arms. And her emotions must have been closer to the surface than she'd wanted to admit, because she could feel the sting of tears behind her lids. Not wanting David to know how he affected her, she hid her face in his shoulder and tried a laugh. It sounded a little wobbly, but it was the best she could produce. "You hardly know me, David. And you already made it clear to me that you don't want to…i understand" He rocked her from side to side, and she could hear the smile in his voice when he spoke. "Well, you are making it difficult for me to stick to that" Bonnie squeezed herself closer, loving the solid feel of his chest against her cheek, the strength of his arms around her. She couldn't recall ever feeling so safe. "It wouldn't be so bad if you let yourself. Forget about whatever reason brought us together. Let go, and live in the moment" David groaned, and then his hand was beneath her chin, tilting her face up. Bonnie smiled, thinking he had a few more questions for her, when his mouth closed over hers and she couldn't think at all. —---------- Bonnie Rimmer is in danger, and David Stewart knows that it's all his fault. He had made more than a few enemies over the years, but a creepy stalker kidnapping the woman he was meant to protect is an entirely different matter. All of this could have been avoided if he had kept to one rule: don’t protect anyone you want to screw. Don't get emotionally involved with your client. But with Bonnie, he’s caught between his job and his increasingly hard libido. The woman is way out of his league, but David wants nothing more than to take the hot volcano of a woman in his hand. To make her writhe in pleasure, until she’s at his complete mercy. She needs protection. He needs satisfaction. And the moment the line is crossed, all hell will break loose…/0/86937/coverorgin.jpg?v=3922e82690342a4b2631c0a57ffdc1e1&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Secret, Her New Beginning
I stared at my phone, Liam's name glowing on the screen. For five years, I was his secret, his on-again, off-again lover, hidden from everyone, especially his sister, my best friend. Then, two weeks ago at a tech gala, he introduced another woman as his girlfriend, dismissing me with a cold, small nod, as if I were a distant acquaintance. My heart shattered as he laughed away my five years of devotion as just "fun." I finally typed a reply to his persistent messages: "I'm getting married, Liam." His immediate, angry calls followed, demanding to know who. I'd accepted David Chen's quiet, respectful proposal, a life where I wouldn't have to hide. When Liam discovered it was David, he accused me of marrying for money, blaming me for his mistakes. It was infuriating. How could he possibly misunderstand so profoundly, believing my escape was still about him, still a game to manipulate his attention? But I was finally free. I blocked his number, ready to paint my own picture on a blank canvas./0/81746/coverorgin.jpg?v=a39eb0d964aaf93bfb13cbc42f6444a4&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Where Concrete Daisies Bloom
I' d finally done it. My resignation letter officially landed on Mr. Henderson' s expensive mahogany desk, putting a ruthless period on years of being Ethan Cole' s secret convenience. But freedom was fleeting. Isabella, his fiancée and my tormentor, summoned me to Ethan' s TriBeCa penthouse, wielding an old, whimsical sketch of mine like a weapon, then slapped me clean across the face. Ethan arrived, and instead of defending me, he smoothed Isabella' s perfect, glistening fake tears, dismissing me as someone who "meant nothing" -just "a release." Emboldened, Isabella snatched my portfolio, spilling my architectural dreams-designs for community centers-and pouring red wine directly onto them, staining my future crimson. Ethan then tossed a wad of cash at my feet, his voice flat: "For the dry cleaning. Now get out." I stumbled out into the New York downpour, each raindrop a tiny hammer pounding home the gut-wrenching humiliation of being so utterly worthless to the man I' d loved. How could he, the center of my naive world, watch as my dignity and dreams were drowned in wine, then casually toss money as if I were a broken possession? But in that deepest moment of despair, something snapped. I was done being their discarded convenience, their emotional punching bag; I would disappear and rebuild a life where my peace wasn' t for sale, no matter what it took./0/66497/coverorgin.jpg?v=7e48296b20277ab7340436848ddf463b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Red Hot Short Stories
WARNING: THIS BOOK CONTAINS MATURE AND EXPLICIT SCENES, READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION 🔞 Note: This is a red hot romance short stories. Another book is inside this particular book so do not feel werid when reading it although you'd definitely find it intriguing!! The First Book Title: The Cold-Hearted Tycoon's Bride. Second Book Title: My Soulmate.(You'd see the synopsis after which this particular one has ended with a chapter that follows respectively.) ************** TITLE: THE COLD-HEARTED TYCOON'S BRIDE. BLURB "Isadora what right did you have to go shout at Rosa at her house?!!" He yelled. "I didn't do that, I just wanted her to stay away from you. I don't like the relationship you're keeping with her, I am your wife and I am jealous." "You're very stupid for that statement "my wife." Listen, you're nothing to me. This marriage means nothing to me. I married you by mistake. To me, you're just like a crazy fan, not my wife. So next time you should know where you belong. You're too low to my standards to call you my wife. And I have the right to bring any lady home because this is my house, not your father's house, you dirty thing from the slum," he said, pushing her away as he walked inside. Her name is Isadora Rowling. She was a huge fan of Leonardo Da Vinci but she accidentally ended up as his wife. He hated her because he was not planning on marrying her. She thought he would fall for her but she didn't know that he was a devil himself. What happened next? Would he eventually love her?/0/25941/coverorgin.jpg?v=bc18165d791032b1b77e3ec2b89ca90e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Waking Up Ugly
When Beauty Jones, a world class sexy model was cursed by a witch. she was very proud and rude, rejecting any suitor that comes her way. She was made ugly by the witch. she couldn't appear in front of the media, let alone her fans. she hid her identity. after finding the witch and her only family, Dylan. she tried her best to impress the witch, so that she could undo her curse but there was no way. No industry wanted to work with her again because she was ugly. After sometime being with the witch, she drew closer to Dylan who she later found out that he was the secret king of all the modelling industry. He could also help her get into the industry. . . find out what would happen between these two... Waking Up Ugly!!!/0/80124/coverorgin.jpg?v=e28b12e9d238b7a85a357afed11400e0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His 'Practice' Bride, Her Real Wedding
For five years, Ava Miller navigated a passionate, secret relationship with Ethan Hayes, her best friend's younger brother. High above the New York skyline, she lived in their bubble, cherishing his touch and believing his fervent promises that their hidden love would "soon" be revealed to the world. She devoted herself, feeling vibrant and truly loved. One devastating night, her carefully constructed world shattered. Hiding just outside a half-open door, Ava overheard Ethan tell his closest friends she was nothing more than "great practice"—a mere "walking manual" for him to hone his boyfriend skills for his true, long-held obsession, Chloe Vance. Five years of her life, dismissed as a calculated "training program." The revelation was a gut punch. Ethan, the man who pursued her so ardently, abandoned her at her sickest to fuss over Chloe’s minor scrape. He allowed Chloe to publicly gloat, calling Ava a "warm-up act" and "convenient." Every tender word, every intimate gesture, now felt like a meticulously rehearsed lie. The man she loved saw her as a disposable tool. How could someone be so callous? Was her entire five-year relationship a horrifying, humiliating charade? The sheer audacity, the betrayal, left her reeling, disgraced and utterly heartbroken. What was she if not a placeholder, a learning experience for someone else? Refusing to be a discarded practice doll any longer, Ava made a stark choice. She severed all ties, sold her life in New York, and fled to Charleston, determined to build a new, honest life—one where she was truly valued. But would her past, and Ethan’s eventual realization, allow her to move on untouched?/0/86613/coverorgin.jpg?v=97560fb18f4f846dc423d01499573098&imageMogr2/format/webp)
From Fiancée To Fortune
Our engagement party was everything I had dreamed of, bathed in the warm glow of chandeliers, my heart full as I squeezed Ethan' s hand. Five years, finally official. We were the perfect couple. But then, a piercing wail shattered the perfect facade. Ethan' s ten-year-old niece, Lily, pointed a trembling finger at me, accusing me of "indecent" behavior-a simple kiss. His sister-in-law, Chloe, twisted the narrative, claiming Lily was traumatized, and shockingly, Ethan walked right past me to comfort her, leaving me humiliated and frozen. The man I was about to marry, the man who was supposed to be my partner, was prioritizing a carefully staged tantrum over my feelings, over us. When the sacred symbol of our commitment, my engagement ring, was purposely dislodged and he allowed Lily to "retrieve" it as a family ritual, I began to see the cold, hard truth: I was an outsider in his life, and he was choosing them. Then, walking into the suite that was supposed to be ours, I found it filled with Chloe and Lily' s belongings, our master bedroom claimed, and a lacy nightgown that wasn't mine. The realization hit me: this wasn't just about weakness or family loyalty; it was a deliberate, intimate invasion, a calculated act of displacement before our life even began. My entire world began to crumble as I was accused of embezzlement, my career ripped away, and Ethan called, asking me to confess to a crime I didn' t commit "for the family." Why was I the target? Why was he so willing to sacrifice me? How could the man I loved be orchestrating my downfall? The pieces clicked into place with a screenshot: Ethan had set up the shell corporation. My betrayal was a meticulously planned conspiracy to steal my inheritance. I held my head high as the police arrived to arrest me, knowing I had a fight on my hands, but I was ready./0/54817/coverorgin.jpg?v=e4e4d3418637ebacf6fece004e71d84c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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The Wedding Day Abandonment
My wedding was set to be the picture of perfection. I stood at the altar, my best man beside me, surrounded by white roses and loved ones, our song just minutes from playing. Then, Chloe's maid of honor rushed towards me, face ashen, uttering words that shattered my world: "Ethan, she’s not coming." Chloe had abandoned our wedding, our future, for Damien—her perpetually 'struggling' ex who always needed 'saving.' My disbelief turned to cold dread when I found them: Damien lounging comfortably, beer in hand, while Chloe justified prioritizing his 'panic attack' over our vows. The humiliation intensified when I later discovered she’d secretly drained twenty thousand dollars from our joint savings, the down payment for our future home, all for him. Five years of my life, my steadfast loyalty, my love—reduced to a manipulative game. The sheer audacity of her betrayal, the calculated deceit, left me reeling, questioning every moment we shared. How could the woman I loved so completely throw it all away for a pathetic, freeloading ex-boyfriend? But from the ashes of my broken heart, a cold resolve formed: I would completely sever ties and reclaim my life, unknowingly paving the way for a shocking confrontation with Damien and a chance encounter that promised to reset everything./0/81422/coverorgin.jpg?v=43972a9a2098caad736e69644c344e20&imageMogr2/format/webp)
